Monday, June 29, 2009

Grandpa's Poem

This is a poem my grandpa stout wrote. Its wonderful.

I well remember then
When fiber strained
Against the winds of truth....
When sails were set
To storm capped seas
On unfamiliar routes....
Then, A chant was found
A course was set
Away from hidden shoals
Sail on to port
To anchor fast
And rest within my soul.
Now, My ship sails right
On compass point
True light ahead my goal....
Sail on to port
To hug at last
The king of my own soul.

Best of People


Long time gone hey, on that note i have something to say. I have recently noticed and wish to pay tribute to the many good people in my daily circles. In order to that I have to lay down some background info from the last few weeks. Work! I love my job. Ever since I have been back in the Outback I have experienced a rush of refresh as well as a measure of self therapy. But mostly a calming immersion back into the calming outback family. Similar feeling to entering a hot tub only spanning a few weeks. We rely on each other to get things done out in the field and often times things will just happen after you think about them. Through telepathy we have found it works best. Than the kids do not have to see us whispering and be bothered by our secret planning meetings. I mean really, its like an extended family. I have had the joy to work with the same group for the last two weeks of work in a row. With I might add the same amazing senior staff. Her name is Yoshi and she and I managed 7 disgruntled children through some amazing terrain. One such day included a 4 mile 2000 foot climb to summit a ridge for the fun of it. They loved it!! So not to make this all about me its just part of telling you the great people currently in my circles, i was just promoted to senior this last week. One of my personal worst weeks ever. I had my head in another place for the first couple days of the week, but my mind found my body and we finished strong and had a good time. Ever though there was a hail storm during the week, summer has definitely arrived as told by a night in only my sleeping bag liner. I tried wearing shoes out the field as well this last week. I got the field, felt weird and sent them back in with the new staff. So glad I did. I have been working on my chaco tan and have a well seen w when I put my feet together. A while back we climbed Mount Olympus with more good people and other hikers would stare at my chacos and mutter something about sandals. To which i would reply "They are chacos!" Ignorance is not bliss when it comes to chacos. You either know or you wear bulking hiking boots. ugh. Where was I.....More good people included my visit to Michigan and playing part in the completion of a home made canoe. I cant wait to try it out in Florida, as that is where the canoe will be living. Seeing my sisters and their families was the best part of this year by far. Joy had all around with parks and libraries and walks and Zingermans. Such a good time. Did I mention all my faithful readers. You are the best of people too. This feels really scatter brained. Its cause I am about to go float the provo river...